I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside, not caring where it lands. My skin feels tight, my body buzzing with anticipation as I look at him. It's been too long—far too long—since I've had him like this. Nearly a week, give or take, though it feels like an eternity. The weight of the days apart presses heavily on me, and I can't wait another second to feel him against me.
I pull Noelle into my arms, and the kiss we share is hungry, desperate. It's not gentle or careful—it's everything I feel for him poured into a single moment. He responds immediately, his lips matching my fervor, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulls me closer. It's intoxicating, the way he gives himself to me so completely, yet takes just as much.
Goddess, I love him. I love him so much it burns, an ache in my chest that never fully leaves, no matter how many times I tell him.
